A desert surrounds me, an endless ochre sublime
Sun is beating, cracking the earth beneath me
I can only move on
Insignificant in my incompetent wandering
On the horizon I see long shadows cast by the sun
An arrowhead of figures, marching obstinate
Toward the orb itself, life giving magic one
I can feel the power in their steps
So I run to catch these giants
I scream, weakness tries to get the best of me
I see footprints now in front of me
There have been others here before like me
Struggling for a glimpse of this holy walk
The creatures walk around me and I see
Mottling their naked flesh are bodies
Of those who have come here before me
They embrace each other with an under worldly grace
A sensuous binding made of struggle and release
They beckon me, a pair of striking eyes I've seen before
Green pupils shrouded in shepherd boy hair
Perceptive and sagacious with an uncompromising stare
I see the path through limbs and throats, determined and aware
I climb, supple flesh beneath my feet and hands, urging me on
This path, winding to the sun
Every piece of magic that convulses out of us, pulling us up
The creature trudges on, an army of them, of us
Across this vast plain something beckons us
I see others joining on, jumping on the feet and
Some finally are done
Finding their place among the others
I pull myself once more up
Then stand atop the shoulders of this giant
Face into the sun
Big enough the sky has become a sea of crimson flame
A tongue comes out to kiss us all
The giant reaches up with me, together
We touch the sun